"When I talk of 'knowing,' indeed, I don't mean it as you would have a right to do.

You know because you see--and I don't see HIM.

I don't make him out," she almost crudely confessed.
Maggie again hesitated.

"You mean you don't make out Amerigo ?" But Fanny shook her head, and it was quite as if, as an appeal to one's intelligence, the making out of Amerigo had, in spite of everything, long been superseded.

Then Maggie measured the reach of her allusion, and how what she next said gave her meaning a richness.